O poets! Eloquent on birds and bees,
On love and death, on daffodils and trees,
Why shun you so the noble theme of cheese?
Mysteriously silent, poets lost a
Rewarding subject; Byron might have tossed a
Stanza or two in praise of Double Gloucester.
No Scottish Cheddar (mousetrap with a kilt on)
From Robert Burns? No elegiac Stilton
(The favourite cheese of Lycidas) from Milton?
No ode to Wensleydale or to Caerphilly,
No cheesy hymns, delectable or smelly,
From Tennyson or Browning, Keats or Shelley?
I speak, of course, of proper English curd’s worth,
And not that French muck, hardly what a turd’s worth
(Unless from sheep - in which case, where is Wordsworth?)
(Damn, I was supposed to be getting up and going shopping ...)
Last edited by Brian Allgar; 10-06-2012 at 06:36 AM.
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